Monday.
The sky was slightly cloudy.
Beijing Television Station. Zhang Ye once again came to the office early. After putting down his things, he prepared to clean up for everyone.
"Eh?" He suddenly realized there was someone in the office, "You are?"
It was a middle-aged man in his fifties. Most of his hair had fallen off and was rather white. Clearly, he was older than the others. Upon seeing Zhang Ye, the middle-aged man slightly curled his lips. He was holding a broom and sweeping the floor behind the door, "Are you Teacher Little Zhang? You can just call me Old Wei. Hur Hur, I am the editor of our Arts Channel. Everyone calls me Editor Wei or Old Wei. "
Zhang Ye hurriedly went up, "Yo, then why are you cleaning up? Give it to me, give it to me."
"It's nothing." Editor Wei said, "The cleaner is on leave today. I have nothing to do anyway."
"That won't do. There are still us young people around. How can we let you do any work?" Zhang Ye snatched the broom, "Besides, you are not from our program team, so don't mind."
However, Editor Wei did not pass the broom to him. He chuckled and took out a book, "Just give me an autograph. I'm a fan of yours and I especially like your poems, especially that 'Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms' from yesterday. My daughter found it on the internet and let me read it. I won't hide it from you. I've read it ten times and I can already recite it by heart. It's rare to find such an outstanding piece of work in modern times."
Zhang Ye was a little embarrassed, "Then don't just give me an autograph. Since you like it, it's my honor. Let me write this poem for you and then sign it."
Editor Wei was very happy, "That would be for the best. It won't be troublesome, right?"
"It's not troublesome." Zhang Ye immediately took out a pen and paper. Since it was a modern poem, there was no need for a brush or inkstone. A fountain pen would do.
Writing a poem.
After signing it.
Zhang Ye gave it to him.
Editor Wei exclaimed in admiration, "Good poem, good words!"
At this moment, the twins, Hou Ge and Hou Di, came to work. Upon seeing Editor Wei, Hou Ge rushed over, "Uncle Wei, why are you cleaning again?"
Hou Di also rushed over, "Give it to me, give it to me!"
Editor Wei could not dissuade them, so he took the trash in their office and went back.
After he left, Zhang Ye could not help but ask, "Who is this Editor Wei?"
"Do you think he's a cleaner?" Hou Ge sighed, "When I first came, I thought so too. I always saw him cleaning the place, or taking out the trash in the various offices and changing the water dispenser's bottled water. I heard from colleagues from other departments that Uncle Wei even sponsors a few children who don't have the money to go to school. He's an especially kind uncle. Everyone respects him, but it's said that he once offended our Arts Channel's head, Director Wang Shuixin. Although he's an editor, he doesn't get a single cent of bonus. His position is basically empty, and he's always under pressure. Usually, he doesn't have any work to do, so in his free time, he helps everyone clean up and change ink cartridges.
Director Wang Shuixin?
Zhang Ye's "This Is Also Everything" had offended him before, so he knew that it was not very popular.
On the other side, Xiao Lu bounced over. Upon seeing Zhang Ye, she giggled, "Teacher Zhang, why aren't you feeding the horses, chopping firewood, and traveling the world? I thought you wouldn't be coming to work today because you'd be facing the warm sea and the blooming flowers. "
Hou Ge then remembered and immediately gave a thumbs up. "That poem you posted on Weibo yesterday was awesome. Didn't you see it on the Internet? It was spreading like wildfire! "
Xiao Lu laughed. "My personal signature has been changed to the name of your poem. I'm only willing to face the warm sea and the blooming flowers? What's growing in your brain? How can every sentence you write be so poetic? "
Zhang Ye smiled. "There's nothing growing in my brain. At most, there's something beneath my feet."
Dafei had also arrived at the unit. Upon hearing this, he asked, "Beneath your feet? What's beneath your feet? "
Zhang Ye said, "I'm standing on the shoulders of giants."
At the door, Hu Fei strode in and heard their conversation. "Haha, good. What a good 'standing on the shoulders of giants'. Little Zhang's words are a gem!"
Xiao Lu, Hou Ge and company were also filled with admiration.
The shoulders of giants? They had never heard of such a description before!
These words were actually said by Newton from Zhang Ye's world. However, the meaning behind Zhang Ye's words was something they would never understand. This giant was not that giant. Zhang Ye was not talking about the capable people of this world, but the sages of his world. However, he would definitely not explain these things. This was a secret that belonged to him alone. He would never tell a second person in his life, no one.
After a while of idle chatter.
Hu Fei suddenly clapped his hands. "Come, let's talk business. Don't stand around. Sit down. Just listen to what I have to say. If you have any questions, you can ask." He sat at his desk. His office was also here. He had the same treatment as everyone else. Hu Fei did not ask for his own Leader's office. It was just that he was usually quite busy. He had to run errands and attend meetings. Sometimes, he even had to go out on business, so he was not often here.
Zhang Ye and company were waiting for the Leader to speak.
Hu Fei seemed to be in a good mood. He smiled and said, "I received news this morning that our program will be going on air soon. The program at the same time slot has already been decided by the station. It will be axed on Friday, so our program will officially go on air on Saturday. For the recording, we will have to start tomorrow or the day after. At the latest, we will have to finish recording by Friday. We definitely have to rush for Saturday afternoon's broadcast, so everyone will not be idle for the next few days. It's time to get busy. I hope that no one will complain when we need to work overtime. I will work overtime with everyone."
Xiao Lu chuckled and said, "Look at what you are saying, Brother Hu. What's there for us to complain about? Overtime is overtime. We've been idle for too long. We can't wait to do some work!"
Hou Ge also said, "Right, we will definitely do our best. We will fight for Brother Hu!"
Hou Di said, "Brother Hu, we will just work overtime. You can rest if you need to. We have already settled everything for you!"
Dafei said, "You invited us here because you trust us. We also trust you. As long as you say the word, I won't even have a problem working overtime for a week!"
Hu Fei nodded in relief, "Then I'll thank everyone first." Saying that, he looked at Zhang Ye, "Actually, the one who has it the hardest is Teacher Little Zhang. I have already officially applied for approval from the higher-ups. Little Zhang will officially be our program's host. He will be responsible for coordinating with the lecturer and guests, as well as mobilizing the live audience. The task is very heavy, and I don't even have a script for the speech. The lecturer has been confirmed, and what will be said has also been decided. However, the content and sequence of the speech might not be certain. It might only be possible to have a dialogue during the recording. It will be very difficult for Little Zhang. "He was not very sure either. After all, Zhang Ye had no experience as a television program host." Little Zhang, can you do it without a script? "
Everyone looked at Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye was amused, "Leader, if you go to my previous unit and ask, you will definitely know. Even when I do a live broadcast, I never have a script. I always say whatever I want. If you give me a script, I might not even know how to say it. I'll just improvise on the spot."
Only then did Hu Fei feel relieved, "Alright, I was waiting for you to say that!"
Xiao Lu giggled, "When Teacher Zhang does it, he's worth two!"
Hou Di said, "Teacher Zhang's ability is definitely not a problem."
Hou Ge asked with concern, "What's the name of our new program?"
Hu Fei said, "It has just been finalized. The tentative title is' Making History Fun '. If there's a more suitable title, we can still change it later. That's just a small problem. Then, we will invite a few guests to add on or analyze. They can also raise doubts, but it's not like they can't raise objections. I have left the final say on this to Teacher Zhang Ye. I believe he can handle it well, but the most fundamental thing is to listen to what the lecturer has to say. The guests are just supporting. The most important thing is to match the lecturer's point of view. We will definitely invite professors, and they will be the most authoritative ones. There won't be any problems with what they say. The doubts of the guests will at most be interludes, and not the main theme. "
Zhang Ye nodded, "I understand."
Hu Fei said, "The program's schedule will also be slightly adjusted. From now on, our program will take over the time slot of 1 to 2 PM on Saturdays and Sundays. There will be two episodes a week, each one an hour. Hur Hur, although this time slot can't be compared to the primetime slot of Mondays to Sundays, it's still not bad."
Hou Ge snapped his fingers, "That's good."
"Are there any other questions?" Hu Fei looked at them.
Zhang Ye asked, "Did the higher-ups give us a viewership rating target for our program? For example, what viewership rating is needed to pass? How many episodes would it be axed by? " Among the colleagues, to put it bluntly, Zhang Ye was the only professional. He had a professional background and had worked in the radio media for a period of time, so he knew a lot. The others, like Hou Ge, Xiao Lu and company, were not people from this industry. They were at most considered general technical workers.
"Ah? There's a possibility of our program being axed? "Xiao Lu said dumbfounded.
Hou Ge exclaimed, "That can't be. The station seems to value our new program."
Hu Fei smiled bitterly, "No matter how much they value it, it still depends on the results. Besides, every program is valued by the station. If they didn't value it, they wouldn't have allowed the program to air. What else is there to say? Teacher Little Zhang asked a very good question. I didn't want to say it, but it's fine even if I did. The Arts Channel has set a minimum viewership rating for us. The minimum viewership rating for the first episode is 1.0%. If it's lower than that, then the program might be axed in three weeks. "
"1%?"
"That's a bit difficult."
"It's not too high. It's still alright."
Zhang Ye also felt that it was alright. It wasn't high at all.
Some people said that for the hottest variety programs in the country, breaking 2% in viewership ratings was considered a hit. Breaking 1% was considered quite popular. How could it be simple? Actually, it was different. Those were Central TV or other provincial satellite programs. They had satellite coverage throughout the country. It couldn't be said to cover 100% of the country, but the signal could cover nearly every region in the country. There were hundreds of millions of people. As for the Beijing Arts Channel, it was just a local station that covered Beijing. Even if everyone watched it, there would only be a few tens of millions of people. The audience base was like heaven and earth, so the viewership ratings could not be compared.
For example, if Beijing Television's program had a viewership rating of 2%, then the number of viewers would be in the tens of millions. That would be considered a hit all over the country.
But if it was a local station like the Beijing Arts Channel, if a program had a viewership rating of 2%, then it would probably only have a million viewers. It might even be 800,000 to 900,000. Zhang Ye could only make a rough estimate. He did not know the exact numbers as he had just joined. But what was certain was that the viewership ratings were not considered bad, nor could it be considered hot. It could only be said to be passable. It was neither high nor low.
The difference was too great!
Hence, the viewership ratings of a satellite channel and that of a local channel were two different concepts!
If you really wanted to compare, it could be done, unless it was like Zhang Ye's Beijing Radio Station. Even though it was a local radio station, with a signal that did not have a wide coverage, Zhang Ye had still used "Late-night Ghost Stories" to create history. He had surpassed the Central Radio Station's listenership numbers, which covered the entire country. Only then could it be said that the Beijing Radio Station's program had surpassed similar programs from the Central Radio Station. The listenership and viewership numbers were the most objective statistics. Only then could a local station and a satellite station be compared. As for the listenership ratings, there was no need to look at them. There was no comparison.
Of course, going back to the topic.
Trying to compare the viewership numbers of a local station with a satellite channel? That was impossible. It was like a lunatic's ravings!
A satellite station's program could reach hundreds of millions of people. But what about a local station? It would at most reach a few tens of millions!
The difference was nearly ten times!
How could this be compared?
Only a freak like Zhang Ye had managed to do it before. But that was because of the radio station's system. There were not that many listeners, so the difference was not that great.
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